Kept it simple today - once I'd sussed a trip to Boston for the footy was unlikely, a local park seemed a decent option. The sun was shining, so I grabbed a camera and off we went.
Inauspicious start as we park outside this notorious alleged "cottage" cum bogs at the entrance.
Park noticeboard reveals we've just missed a park users group meeting, where all the users gather. Rats!
They've put a fence round the play equipment - keep the dogs out I suppose.
You expect to walk straight into an ice-cream van in an English park in the middle of January, don't you? What could be more natural?
Apparently this woodland is some of the oldest in the county. It was locked up, though - somebody call the copse.
These beautiful early snowdrops were bathed in bright sunlight, but the cheap camera couldn't cope - so it looks like they were bathed in snow!
It did a little better with this bridge - one of several that the toddler entertained himself by crossing and re-crossing ad infinitum. And I had no more memory, so we went to play on the swings.